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Going out every weekend Spending all of my money Now that I'm alone I ain't got no time for lovin' Ooh ooh, I don't know what to do with myself (Don't know what to do, I don't know what to do) Ooh ooh, I don't know what to do with myself (Don't know what to do, I don't know what to do) Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money Uh, I'm talking dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill She fuck for free, I tried to feed her, bring that beer I'm never drinking, that's some shit that I ain't used to But if they throw that pussy at you, what would you do? I gotta knock it down like I do to Caddy do's I gotta flip it like screens when I'm on fo's I told her "get down and get down on the floor" The type of freak you pay for me, you never know We on that layer, tryna pair us, force us on the slash Owing to the lights, the whip look so dramatic Why dodging it, dance and speeding through the traffic To get home and bust these bands on that ass Big bang bro, we flexin' it to the max Money make her come, she don't know how to end If it ain't fucking bitches that gettin' straight through the wealth Shawty, I don't know what to do with myself, Krizzle Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money Yeah, living on airplane mode Never wanna change with the L.A. flow Different shoes, different legs through the valet doors Put you on the payroll not your everyday hoes Private with the pimpin keep it tinted Benzo Fuck bitches, get riches be the fuckin' M.O. 'Cause I innovate, I don't play with imitate dough Stay cuttin' mad fishes up Hattori Hanzo Flippin' scales, sippin' pales Robbin bad bitches blind, watch me fingerbang in Braille Pin the tails, yo I never fail Gimme one night with the fatty, kill the kitty, then I wish it well Playa by the code, feed 'em thru the nose White bitches diggin' like an interview in Vogue Frosted with the cinnamon, I'm fuckin' witcha both Four queens with the king make a muthafucka fold Going out every weekend Spending all of my money Now that I'm alone I ain't got no time for lovin' Ooh ooh, I don't know what to do with myself (Don't know what to do, I don't know what to do) Ooh ooh, I don't know what to do with myself (Don't know what to do, I don't know what to do) Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money
Writer(s): Kevin Michael Nishimura, Paul Coquia Virman, James Ji Hwan Roh, Ken Nanakonrpanom, Justin Scott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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